This isn't just my fault, in other words, and takes up right after the prolog
of _Gratuity_ ends.
**
Day Two: Harem Talk
I wake at dawn, blink up at Akane, then just watch her sleep, all the
anger and fear gone from her expression, just a totally peaceful look. I
wonder for a moment why she slept so peacefully last night, since I know she
normally sleeps like an avalanche. I dismiss the thought as irrelevant(sp),
and cuddle her a little closer.
She wakes slowly, a smile forming on her lips as she realizes where she
is, `Hey,' she kisses me on the forehead.
`Hey,' I say back, whipping my head around to steal a peck on her chin.
`What are we going to do?'
`About?' I ask, confused.
`I like this. I like kissing Ukyou a lot better than hitting her. I
liked making love to Kasumi. I love making love to you,' she kisses me again,
slipping her tongue between my lips. Her mouth tastes almost like mine, of
strange decomposing things, but there is a faint taste of her to it as well. I
suck hard on her tongue, and she moans into my mouth.
`And?' I ask, when I let her have her tongue back.
`What are we going to do when we get done with this challenge?'
`We could just keep them.'
`Like the Moroboshi household?' she asks, referrencing the family in
the TV drama even I've seen.
`Perhaps. If we're going to keep them we'll need to keep them happy,
too.'
`That sounds difficult,' her tone and the smirk on her face belie her
words.
`Is that what you want?'
She thinks a moment, `Yes, that's what I want.'
`OK,' I nuzzle against her neck, and she cuddles me tightly, the
creaking of my bones telling me that I'm safe.
-
`Hey, Akane?' Yuka asks, smiling at me in that way, I think I must now
admit, that always makes my heart flutter and sparks flares of desire.
`What?' I ask, stepping into her personal space, setting one hand on
her hip.
`Um,' she stops, her face flushed, and leans forward just a little bit,
brushing her chest against mine, `I can't remember.'
`Hmm. Maybe if we were to find someplace a little more private it
would come back to you?' I ask her, stepping back without taking my hand off
her hip.
`Uh, maybe,' she allows, turning to lead the way to the restroom. I
follow her, knowing that this is not a good idea, but following anyway.
Once inside she turns, pressing into my personal space, then backing me
against one of the sinks. With a careful, light, touch she catches my face,
then leans in and kisses me. I pull her close, open my lips to let her tongue
into my mouth.
When, a few moments later, she stops to catch her breath, I protest
softly, `This is not a safe place to do this kind of thing.'
`Perhaps not, but can you think of a better one?' she asks, pulling me
backwards into one of the stalls. I let a flash of gratitude out, that the
principal is weird, and we have western-style restrooms.
`No,' I breathe, my heart racing so fast that I can barely see
straight.
`Too bad,' she murmors back, then nibbles lightly at my jaw, `I wanted
to have you someplace more romantic than this.'
`This is quite exciting, at least,' I allow, pulling up her skirt,
cupping her mound in one hand, the other pulling her tightly against me.
`It is at that,' she replies, pulling my skirt up, and slipping her
hand into my panties. I gasp at the warm touch of her smooth fingers,
intrigued by the difference between hers and a martial artist's. I blink,
momentarily distracted because I cannot remember what Kasumi's fingers felt
like, then relax into her tentative touch. I brush her panties aside, stroking
her clit with a sure touch that makes her gasp loud enough to make me worry for
a moment. The lovely feeling of her soft fingers against my tender parts makes
me forget all of that, and it is all I can do to keep my own fingers moving as
I approach release. I kiss her firmly, sucking her lower lip between my own,
barely keep from biting hard as I come against her hand.
Instants later she comes as well, and I pull back, smiling, as she
pants almost silently. After a long moment she is calm again, `Why?' she asks,
softly, then kisses the point of my chin.
`Because,' I look down, `I realized I wanted to. If you ask Ranma
nicely I think she'd be willing as well,' I bite my lip, hoping I hadn't gone
too far.
`Oh?' she asks, archly, as she helps me straighten up a little bit.
`Yep,' I murmor, and straighten her collar just a little bit.
Satisfied with her appearance, I step back, wondering how I could have ignored
such beauty.
-
`Where are they going off to?' Utchan asks me, leaning in close.
`Looks rather like the restroom,' I reply, wondering if they are going
to do what I think they are going to do.
`Why?'
`I don't know. Perhaps for something similar to why Akane told me you
are a wonderful lover last night,' I whisper back, careful to keep my voice
actually down.
`What?' Utchan growls, `That little,'
I cut her off with a hand against her face, my thumb across her lips,
`We're,' I fish for words, `Currently involved in a very sexual romantic
relationship. One of our rules is that we tell each other about our,' I fish
again, `partners.'
`Oh,' she murmors around my thumb, so I stroke her lips lightly with
it, wanting to kiss her so badly, but not wanting the hassle that would surely
cause. I take my thumb back, and rub it across my lips, and she smiles,
catching my hand, and rubs her lips across it again.
`I don't have anything planned for after school today, do you?'
`No,' she says, her eyes following my thumb as I nibble on it.
`I was wondering if you would be willing to show me your,' I smile, and
trail a saliva-coated thumb along the line of her jaw, `techniques.'
She catches my hand in hers, blushing, `Sure.'
I settle down to wait for the teacher, saying that I think she went to
the bathroom when she calls Yuka's name, and repeat that when she calls for
Akane. She scowls at them a tiny bit when they walk in, a few moments later, a
tiny bit ruffled. Akane greets me with a happy smile, and I wonder what to
make of the warm grin on Yuka's face.
`Hey, I made arrangements to go visit with Utchan after school,' I tell
Akane when we get a clear moment.
`Cool. I thought I'd go visit your mother.'
`You might want to ask her to show you what she showed me yesterday. I
can finally walk up a flight of stairs in a girl's kimono now,' I smile,
winking to make sure that she catches on that that isn't all I learned
yesterday. I fight down the flash of nasty feelings that try to run up my
spine at the thought, not of what I did yesterday, not even about who I did it
with, but about her relationship to me.
A strange thought suddenly has me laughing.
`What is it?' Akane asks, leaning in close.
`Oh, just that I'm almost glad I don't have any more family.'
Akane looks confused for a moment, then she carresses my hand before
turning back to the front of the room.
-
`You sure you want me to show you what I showed her?' Utchan asks,
walking beside me on the way to her restraunt.
`What did you show her?'
`How well I can pass, how much fun it is to go dancing, that I can't
swing someone by the knees properly,'
`Hmm?' I inquire.
`She bonked her head against the dance floor. Lost six rounds, gave
herself a concussion for a couple hours, lots of fun,' Utchan's tone is dry.
`I'm sure. So you brought her home after that?'
`Yep, that's when I ended up in her skirt, too.'
`Ah. She said something about that, at least. I think I'd like it if
you took me dancing, too,' I smile up at her, latching myself to her arm, `but
you don't need to show me how well you pass, since my memory is quite good.'
`Hmm, in that case, how about we take you home, get you dressed up, and
then see if that dress of mine still fits?'
`The blue thing? That almost isn't?'
She nods, embarassed.
`Ooh, I know just the dress to go with that,' I grin, pressing myself
firmly against her arm.
`Oh?'
`You'll understand when you see it, I think.'
-
`I understand. You look,' she gropes for words, `wonderful, awesome,
gorgeous, something like that.'
I moan in disappointment when she takes her hands off me as we start
down the stairs, Nabiki tracking me with glass eyes. Kasumi blows us a kiss
when she sees us, and Utchan shoots me a confused glance.
We are almost to the door when Soun notices us, going instantly into
the full demon-head, `What are you doing with this girl instead of,'
I cut him off mid rant, `Utchan took Akane dancing yesterday, so we
thought it would only be fair for her to take me dancing today,' I smile up at
him, the epitome of cute reason.
`Took Akane?' There is a faint thump as he hits the floor, his logic
circuits overloaded.
-
`Wow,' I murmor, pulling Utchan's hands together over my bosom, which
tucks me nicely against her comforting bulk. The club is brightly lit, full of
pretty girls and, even though I don't particularly find them interesting I do
notice, handsome guys. What takes a little while to notice is that the mixed
sex couples I can see on the dance floor aren't. Some of the girls pass as
well as Konatsu, and I wonder what they would do if they had a chance at the
Nyanniichuan; I bet they would turn it down.
Utchan leads me onto the floor, pulling me tight as a slow song plays,
and I have a very difficult time keeping my breathing even as she leads me
slowly through the barely familiar steps.
-
`Saotome-san?'
`Oh, hello Akane-chan! Come in!'
I gather myself a little bit as I take the steps into her genkan,
shedding my shoes as I step up into the house proper.
`What do I owe this pleasure to?'
`Oh, Ranma suggested that I stop by and ask if you could show me what
you showed her yesterday. It made quite an impression on her,' I smile, and
Nodoka suddenly looks nervous. I lean forward and catch her hand, pressing it
between my own as I bring them to my bosom.
`And what did Ranma have to say about yesterday?' she asks nervously,
almost blatent in her attempt to retake her hand.
I weave my fingers into hers, and stroke the back of her hand with a
soft touch, `Not much, only that she finally learned how to manage stairs in a
woman's kimono, and that she seduced you,' I smile up at the taller woman,
almost amused by the look of shock on her face.
`And you didn't kill her?' she looks apalled the moment the words are
out of her mouth, and I ponder the notion that perhaps Ranma's foolishly loose
tongue is not entirely her fault.
`Now why would I do that, when I issued the challenge in the first
place?' I bring my captive hand to my lips, nibble lightly at the knuckle of
her index finger, then draw it between my lips, tasting the faint salt of her
skin under a sharpness of soap.
`Challenge?' she gasps, and I suck harder upon her finger for an
instant, pressing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She gasps
sharply, swaying towards me.
I slip her finger from my mouth, `I came up with a challenge she
couldn't accept,' I look down, draw her knuckles down my neck to the collar of
my shirt, `to prove her femininity,' I use my free hand to undo the top two
buttons, drawing her hand to the top of my cleavage, `she would have to get
laid more times than me over the course of a week,' another two buttons, and I
let her hand go, `Unfortunately, she accepted,' I pause for an instant,
breathing, as her hand cups my breast, its bulk pulling my bra into painful
shapes, `So I practically dragged her off to my room and had my wicked way with
her,' no need to tell her that that was a last ditch attempt to scare her into
backing off.
`Because she wouldn't back down when you insisted the first person she
should have sex with is the other contestant?' Nodoka smiles, her other hand, I
suddenly notice, having undone all the buttons on my blouse, and somehow pulled
it loose from my skirt without my having noticed.
I nod, trapped, and she pulls me up the stairs, her fingers so soft
against my breast I can hardly stand it. She somehow unhooks my bra without
pausing our steps, and I shake with the sudden release, the pain from my chest
easing.
-
The music changes as, outside, the sun goes down. The beat picks up,
the instruments change, and suddenly there are foreign voices to go with
foreign tunes. I smile up at Utchan, and she steps back a little, `How does
one dance to this?!' I yell.
`Very carefully!' she yells back, indicating the crowded dance floor.
I take her at her word, imitating the way a cute girl with long pale
blue hair is dancing, her hair moving in a counterpoint to her body that her
partner, a shorter girl with glasses and hair so blue it's almost black, seems
to find utterly fascinating. I watch them with my peripheral vision,
keeping my eyes on Utchan, pleased by the way she stops concentrating on my
breasts and follows the flashing tip of my braid instead, with only occasional
flashes to my breasts, and much more frequent glances towards my face. I smile
at her, and giggle when she misses the beat for a moment, seemingly
stunned.
-
Nodoka draws us both onto a futon, pulling me over on top of her, her
right hand still stroking my breast, her left working on pulling my panties
down, since we dropped my skirt in the hallway. I wiggle a little to help her,
and suddenly they are down about my thighs. A tiny bit later I get my right
knee out of them, and after that it is only an instant's work to send them
flying. Impatiently I throw my socks after them, pulling them off with my
toes, never letting my hands slip from their urgent tasks, my right cupping one
of her full breasts, the left trying to find its way into the warm wetness I
can sense beneath my belly.
Nodoka shoves me off, then pounces on me, pulling my shirt off so
forcefully that for a moment I worry she'll rip it. My bra follows an instant
later, and she holds me to the bed with her left hand planted firmly on my
solar plexus. Her right hand finds my petals, and she moans softly at the
wetness she finds.
Two fingers slip inside of me, shocking me with the warm rush of
pleasure. I moan softly, reaching up to try and pull her firmly down against
me, but she resists, and, since she is not a martial artist, I can't use the
force it would take to make her. Instead I shift my attention to her face,
tracing the lovely lines of it, so much like Ranma's.
I pause for an instant, glorying in the lovely feeling of her fingers
inside of me, then force it down again, concentrating hard as I pull the top of
her kimono open, revealing her hadagi. I pull her hadagi open as well, the
soft cotton sticking to her skin tenaciously, exposing her breasts, swaying
softly with the force of her thrusting fingers. I lean up, almost able to
reach, but her hand on my chest lifts her just as I'm about to reach that goal,
and I collapse back down, only to reach up and run a trembling hand into the
soft wet warmth of her cleavage.
I let myself drift in the pleasant sensations, her fingers slowly
building a raging force in my tender parts, the soft sway of her breasts
against my hand spreading a lovely warmth in my heart.
She moves her hand slightly, and on her next thrust into me she brushes
her thumb across my clit. That is enough, and I gasp at the warm flood of
pleasure that takes my breath away for several moments as the aftershocks shake
me hard.
`So, how was that?' she smiles down at me, somehow not the manic,
hidebound woman I've come to know over the last few months, but something
else, although I've not, I realize with shock, a clue what that something else
is.
`Nice,' I smile up at her, glad that she's finally shifted her hand off
my solar plexus. With a quick twist I turn us both over, carefully cradling
her head in my hands to keep from accidentally knocking it against something,
then I let the sheer torment of her lovelyness guide my fingers, stripping her
with an insistant ease that I wouldn't have believed possible a few days
earlier.
Almost before she has a chance to catch her breath I have her bare
beneath me, her traditional garb spread underneath her as I stroke gentle
fingers across the smooth swell of her belly. She gasps, looking up at me with
a clear trusting gaze that I've only ever seen on one face before, a face so
similar to the one before me. Suddenly determined not to betray that trust, I
catch one nipple between gentle fingers, `Do you like this?' I ask, twisting it
lightly.
`Yes,' she murmors, her eyes half closed.
`This?' I ask, twisting a little bit harder.
`Yes.'
`This?' I ask, twisting as hard as I had for Ranma yesterday, but not
so hard as Kasumi had.
`Yes,' her voice is a little louder, a tiny bit ragged.
I trace my other hand across her damp petals, and suddenly the commonly
used euphemism makes sense to me for the first time as they open slightly as I
watch. I twist her nipple again, as hard as Kasumi's cruel grip the day
before, so hard that I worry for an instant about permanent damage, `This?'
`Yes!' she moans, a tiny pulse of wetness shockingly warm against my
fingers.
`This?' I twist as hard as I dare.
`Don't stop!'
I stare at her, slipping two fingers into her slickly wet core. That
has to hurt, and I would be telling anyone who's fingers were doing that to my
nipples to stop immediately or face unpleasant consequences. Her hips slide
smoothly towards my hand, and I pull my fingers back awkwardly, entranced by
her tight grip on them. I add another, wondering for an instant how anything
that tight could stretch that far. *Silly, Ranma, albeit a much smaller Ranma,
came out of here.* Somehow that thought sends a new flash of desire through
me, and I, emboldened by it, add yet another finger, penetrating her more
deeply, the webbing between my thumb and index finger stroking across her clit
before I draw them back again.
`More,' she moans, her legs drawn back, her heels tight against my
knees where I kneel over her, my weight supported by my grip upon her breast,
and I give that a squeeze, a little shocked by the soft way her flesh seems to
bulge from between my fingers, the skin looking painfully tight. She moans in
apparent enjoyment, her hands firmly holding mine in place, her hips rocking
franticly as she tries to force my pace.
I slow down my strokes even further, slip my thumb down into the cup of
my hand, and slide all five of my fingers into her, watching with distracted
awe as I sink my hand first to the second knuckle of my thumb, then out, then,
with a surprising suddenness, all the way to my wrist. She lets out a sharp
shriek, her muscles clamping firmly about my hand, a delicious presure, and I
wiggle my hand off of her breast as she calms, stroking my other hand slightly
back and forth as her muscles pulse around my fingers.
I admire her for a long moment, her face softened slightly, her hair
disarrayed, her neck curved slightly by the way her face has fallen a bit to
one side, a glorious sheen of sweat glittering along the smooth, wonderful
curves of her form. I lean forward carefully, take the nipple I've abused so
cruelly into my mouth, and bathe it lightly with an appologetic tongue.
`Thank you,' I murmor, letting her nipple fall from my lips.
-
`So, Utchan, you trying to get me drunk?' I ask, taking the second
drink she's bought me this evening. This one, however, I note happily, is only
coke, without the warm alcohol bite of the first.
`Trying? I think I succeeded.'
`Mebe so, mebe not,' I tell her, holding my drink carefully to one side
as I catch her face, my hand on the back of her neck pulling us both to a more
even level. That accomplished I nibble lightly at that lovely nose in front of
my face, well pleased by her faint happy moans. I let off on her nose, settle
myself back just a bit, then lean forward to suckle lightly at her lower lip,
teasing gently.
`You're kinda small,' she murmors against my lips, `and I've never
known you to be this affectionate in public,' she shifts slightly, pressing
insistant lips to my own. I let my lips slip open under the gentle pressure of
her mouth, stroke her soft lips with the tip of my tongue. I feel her lips
begin to open, and then she backs off again, `and your balance is a little off.
I'd say I succeeded.'
`So whata ya gonna do 'bout it?' I let my feet fall back flat against
the ground, amused by the way everything swirls just a little bit with my
movement, and tuck my head under her chin before taking another drink of my
cola.
`I was thinking I'd take you back to my place and have my wicked way
with you.'
`Sounds nice, but I think I'd rather have my wicked way with you.
Certain people, recently, have seemed to really enjoy it.' I shift my stance,
brushing my breasts against her ribs, my chin against her breast, and my hair
against the soft skin of her neck.
She moans softly, `Thanks for the offer, but,'
The way she says it raises instant suspicions, and I pull back a
little bit. I watch her as I finish off my drink, then set it down, glancing
towards the dance floor. `One more set?' I ask.
`Sure,' she finishes her own drink in three quick swallows, then takes
my hand.
-
I wake as she rolls us both over again, her fingers softly stroking my
skin. I moan, wrapping my fingers in her hair as soft kisses dance along my
belly. Her tongue invades my belly-button, swirling there in an insistant
pattern that takes my breath away.
Before I can decide why such an inocuous touch can cause so much havoc
with my insides she has moved further down, towards the damp ache between my
legs. She pauses for a moment, pulling painfully at my short hairs with her
teeth.
I slap lightly at the back of her head, `Please, don't.'
She stops before the obnoxious sensation affects the raging desire
burning in my veins, and begins playing with my petals, soft lips and sharp
teeth stroking them softly. My leg muscles strain slightly as I hold them out
of the way, eager to have her take full advantage of the access a skilled
martial artist can provide. She touches the tip of her tongue to my swollen
clit, and I gasp, shocked, at the flash of horribly intense pleasure.
`So you like that?' Nodoka murmors, then catches the little nub between
her teeth.
`Yes,' I manage to force out as she nibbles lightly, then cups it
between her lips, pulling at it with remarkable force. I let a moan escape,
trying to slow the sudden sharp spiral towards release. Nodoka shifts
slightly and presses her tongue inside of me, the slick hard muscle wonderfully
shocking, and I go over that familiar edge.
`Nnnmm,' I moan in soft disappointment, then she is slowly drawing me
up that spiral again, and I wrap my fingers in her soft hair.
Her tongue is alternately soft, touching me lightly, then hard,
demanding, squashing my clit or my soft inner petals against her teeth. She is
more careful this time, settling into a rhythmic motion for a few moments, then
breaking that rhythm, shattering that spiral, and beginning again.
After a short eternity I can no longer stand it, and press her face
hard against me, grating words flowing from my throat, `No more, finish it,
please.' I suck air over abused vocal cords, and it escapes again, this time
in a soft shriek as she sucks heavily on my clit, and presses it against her
teeth as I try to draw another breath. I gasp, shaking, the warm aftershocks
of my release pulsing in time with her touch.
The aftershocks end at last, and I draw her up on top of me again,
kissing her soft, wonderful, oh so skillful lips, the salt taste of my juice
mixed with her own warm sweetness.
`So you like that, too, hmm?'
`Of course,' I reply, `I like you.'
-
`So, what are we going do do with you?' she asks me, as I wobble down
the street on her arm, still a little tipsy.
`Whatever you want,' I reply, almost boldly.
`Oh, really?'
Something in her voice nearly makes me worry.
`Is anyone else about?'
`Nah, Konatsu's got the week off, thought it'd be easer this way.'
`What would be?'
`This,' she leans in and kisses me again, hands firm against my back,
callused fingers slightly rough through the silk of my dress. I let myself
press against her, senses still slightly odd. *How does oyaji move when he's
been drinkin? This is just a single glass . . . *
I shake the irrelevant thought from my head and start slowly pulling
her towards the stairs, but quickly get distracted by Utchan's attempt to get
me out of my dress.
I return the favor, letting the thought that I'd never actually seen
her in a dress before [had he? --S] flow across my mind. She stumbles a
little, short dancing steps barely avoiding the discarded dress pooled on the
floor. Cleavage that I know I've seen before peeks out of black lace,
inspiring quite different feelings than the last time I saw it, and I trace one
rough edge, smiling at the way she shivers.
She gets me back, the thick soft silk of my dress blocking my view
until I move my arms enough that she can pull it over my head. The black silk
gleams softly against the pale floor and darker fuzziness of the blue cotton in
the pale indirect light of the streetlamp. Her fingers slide across the
age-thinned flannel of my boxers, and she picks me up by my hips.
`Hey!' I squeek, startled, throwing my arms around her neck to keep
from going over backwards. The warmth of her skin and the rough texture of the
lace against my breasts feels nice, and I let a small moan escape as I wrap my
legs around her waist.
`So,' she says again, laying me down on her futon, `I finally have you
where I want you.'
`Or I've got you,' I reply, reversing our positions in a single quick
movement, careful not to pin her. She goes tense, and I smile down at her,
stroke up the rough line of one bra-strap with a gentle fingertip, and she
slowly relaxes. I follow it back down the soft skin over her ribs, and she
moans softly, `If that's OK.'
`Fine,' she says, but tenses anyway. I let worry about what could have
happened flit through my mind, then banish them. I concentrate instead on the
soft skin under my callused fingers, and the slowly dropping tension in her
muscles.
When she's calmed enough to be pliable again I slip the front-hook on
her bra, letting the question of where and how she got it flutter away
unhindered. Her eyes are calmer this time, and the tension increases as I
trace careful swirling patterns over her belly, then up and across her
shoulders. However, the look in her eyes has changed, the fear overpowered by
something I hope I recognize. I kiss her, softly, and her reaction is
passionate and shocking, her fingers wrenching in my hair.
`More,' she gasps when she finally lets me up for air.
`Oh,' I manage, the word stretching far longer than I had planned.
With quick, jerky movements we divest her of her bra, then I slip her panties
down over her hips, gasping when our movements bring damply chill flannel back
into contact with my skin.
`Wow, you are really wet,' she observes, her hand sliding up my thigh
under my boxers, `Don't think I've ever gotten a girl this wet before,' and her
fingers are remarkably soft against my labia, just the faintest touch.
`So, Akane wasn't the first girl you've taken to your bed?'
`What, a handsome guy like me? Of course not.'
My fingers on her labia distract her nicely, `Am I the first girl who's
touched you like this?'
`No,' she manages after a moment, her hips rocking up towards my
fingers, breath shaky, `second.'
`First girl other than yourself, or second girl other than yourself,' I
prompt, tracing the soft line of her inner labia with a single finger.
She looks like she wants to answer, her lips moving, but nothing
intelligible coming out, so I stop moving.
`Hmm?'
`First girl other than myself,' she says quickly, `please don't stop,'
her voice desperate.
`You sure?' I trace a small circle around her clitoris, `Don't wanna do
anything you don't want done.'
`I'm sure, please,' she gasps, her hips jerking almost randomly in
responce to my carressing fingers.
`More?' I ask, bringing my fingers down over the opening of her vagina.
She nods, convuslively, her hips straining upward, the tip of my middle
finger slipping inside.
`Like this?' I continue the motion she started, pressing my finger into
the welcoming heat, watching the almost soft expression on her face.
`More, there,' she murmors, pulling lightly on my hand with hers, the
other releasing the edge of the futon to clench my hip with bruising force.
I slip more of my middle finger into her, the tiny digit slowly
vanishing into her, then run into somthing. She gasps sharply when I press at
it, and I wonder for a moment what it could be as I slowly draw my finger back.
`Do you want me to take it?' I ask her, vaugely amused by my deductive
skills.
She blinks, then nods. I stroke it back into her, brush it lightly,
then draw back.`
`You sure?' I ask, giving into the urge and pressing the damp fabric of
my boxers between my vulva and her thigh. I force down a moan as I stroke her
clitoris with my thumb.
`Yes!' she gasps, her breath shorter, almost matching the pace of my
thumb on her clitoris.
I try to keep my thumb moving at the same pace as I slowly stroke my
finger into her again, then out, and then press through the softly stretchy
membrane.
She gasps when I do so, her thigh jerking against me, but seems to
recover quickly under the rapid movement of my thumb. After a moment I resume
stroking my finger through her vagina, enjoying the lovely sight of her.
A very short time later she reaches orgasm, and I hold her gently,
repositioning myself after the final aftershocks fade.
`So, did you like that?' she asks.
`Yeah,' I reply, pressing myself against her, wanting to feel her
weight pressing me to the futon, but unwilling to move.
`So, do I get to have my wicked way with you, now that you've had
yours with me?'
`I suppose, if you really want to,' I say with what even I can tell is
a transparent show of reluctance.
She pulls my boxers down, dropping the sweat-damp fabric on the floor
next to the futon, then slips one thigh between my own. I press back against
the hard muscle, amazed by the intensity. She moans softly, her hands on my
hips, stroking me slowly, gently, and I can feel the warm dampness of her vulva
against my own thigh.
I stretch to try and kiss her, but I'm a good deal too short, so I
settle for kissing and nibbling her collarbone, attempting to distract myself
from the rapidly building wave of my own orgasm, glorying in the soft moans she
makes as my thigh strokes soflty over her vulva, and her thigh presses against
me with almost painful force.
All too soon, I orgasm, the warm chemical rush flooding through me,
almost as nice as the knowledge that I brought her with me.
As the aftershocks fade I slip up her body a little bit, kissing my way
up her neck and chin, then capturing her lips, pressing my tongue between her
lips, glorying in the warm strength of her tongue as she tries to capture my
own.
When she breaks the kiss I bury my face against her neck, safe and
secure for a little while. After a bit I feel a blanket drawn up my back,
tucked around our shoulders, and give her a squeeze.
`Oyasumi.'
`Oyasumi.'
-*
ja ne,
Suika (comments? Concerns? Death threats?)
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